The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Nothing is so swift as calumny; nothing is more easily uttered; nothing more readily received; nothing more widely dispersed.
If you heard 40 times in a day that Newt Gingrich takes the wings off of butterflies, eventually you'd believe it.
It's sad that because I have one friend who is in the public eye, just being seen out together once means we're romantically involved. But I don't take it seriously, and it doesn't really affect me much.
You get photographed together when there's 25 people with you and people assume that you're having sex, which is definitely not the case.
Everyone was saying everywhere that I absolutely wanted to leave Tottenham. That's not true.
After 'American Idol,' I got a lot of 'stuck up' rumors that just fueled the never-ending flames of high school drama. Thankfully, my real friends always stood up for me and knew I wasn't like that.
Being in the public eye, I have certainly gone through the tabloid situation where they come out with stories that are not true. I don't read or pay attention to it.
I have the idea that anyone who has ever heard my name has the distinct impression that I was put under the sod years ago just before they buried Lillian Russell.
Well, maybe it's because of the rumors they had going around, you know, they had some rumors about Dennis Brown was in the hospital and all that. Well, that is all bull!
Half the lies they tell about me aren't true.
All of a sudden I found myself with the reputation of being a swinger and a home-wrecker. Beverly Hills wives were supposed to live in fear in case I cast my green orbs in the direction of their men. Ninety-nine per cent of this was total fabrication.
I am friends with Demi. Don't believe anything you read.
I was never close to signing for Manchester United, no.
Rumors about me? Calista Flockhart, Pam Anderson, and Matt Damon. That's who I'm dating.
I haven't read anything but regurgitated rumors. Nothing new, and nothing true.
There are a set of malicious, prating, prudent gossips, both male and female, who murder characters to kill time; and will rob a young fellow of his good name before he has years to know the value of it.
I've heard all kinds of crazy rumors about myself. I've even heard that I'm pregnant! I've become real good about laughing things off - I figure I'd better get used to it.
How many stories have you read that aren't true, stories about me and Angie being married or fighting or splitting up? And when we don't split up, there's a whole new round that we've made up and we're back together again!
Every week I read about myself in a magazine, about something that I haven't done or some place that I've never been or don't even know. It's just gossip, rumors, egos, and politics.
Everyone wrote our obituary but us and the coaches and the kids who stayed with us. The obit was, 'Vanderbilt will have to leave the Southeastern Conference. All the coaches are leaving, and all the students are transferring.'
There's this phenomenon where people do like to announce movies that they think I'm doing that I'm not.
Many a wretch has rid on a hurdle who has done less mischief than utterers of forged tales, coiners of scandal, and clippers of reputation.
If there's a pregnancy rumor, people will find out it's not true when you wind up not being pregnant, like nine months from now, and if there's a house rumor, they'll find out it's not true when you are actively not ever spotted at that house.
People start talking about you and spreading false information, and it can really affect your spirit. So faith is very important to me.
